Two brothers freely cast their lot
With David’s royal Son;
The cost of conquest counting not,
They deem the battle won.

Brothers in heart, they hope to gain
An undivided joy,
That man may one with man remain,
As boy was one with boy.

Christ heard; and willed that James should fall
First prey of Satan’s rage;
John linger out his fellows all,
And die in bloodless age.

Now they join hands once more above
Before the Con­quer­or’s throne!
Thus God grants prayer; but in His love
Makes times and ways His own.

All glo­ry to the Fa­ther be,
All glo­ry to the Son,
All glo­ry, Holy Ghost, to Thee
While endless ages run.